Jun 21, 2010 15:45
Storm clouds have gathered
About your humble grave.
Our eyes flutter open
In the shade, so thankful.
About your humble grave
Our family clusters
In the shade, so thankful
To have said our goodbyes.
Our family clusters,
Drawn together by pain.
To have said our goodbyes
Was first of our wishes.
Drawn together by pain,
Thoughts turned away from what
Was first of our wishes,
Now we compose ourselves.
Thoughts turned away from what
Our decency demands,
Now we compose ourselves,
For loss might yet be gain.
Our decency demands,
Our eyes flutter open,
For loss might yet be gain.
Storm clouds have gathered.
love in hexasyllables